Reconciliation

Reconciliation

Considering current temperaments,

Has reconciliation a chance?

Is there a place for benevolence

Or will belligerence be the stance?

An examination of hate

Is now in order.

Not a time to be blate

Not a time to stand at the border.

Someone must make

The first move

For the sake

Of calm to improve.

With malice toward none,

With charity for all,

The Great Man who won,

Made the first Reconciliation call.

And, it was General Grant at Appomattox Courthouse who

(Received the Confederate sons

And the surrendered Lee too)

Released the southern boys with their guns.

One hundred years later

General Lee’s amnesty oath was found.

The House and Senate sought the greater,

Higher ground.

Gerald Ford, the President concurred,

Lee’s citizenship was restored.

This action should not be obscured,

But observed as a burial of the sword.

And then there was Mother Emanuel

 On that June night in Charleston

When nine worshipers in an instant knew well

They would die from a small gun.

Afterwards, the brothers and sisters

Of Mother Emanuel prayed and embraced

God’s love. Not as resistors

But with forgiveness, that evil deed they erased.

To forgive and to reconcile is not an

Impossible task to achieve.

Sometimes difficult and complicated to plan,

It still requires the first step to believe.

August 18, 2017

In Preparation Thereof

In Preparation Thereof

The word “secular” is a misnomer,

Its meaning now held hostage

By a spiritless sarcoma

Bearing empty postage.

It thinks it’s on solid ground

Making objective truth blurry.

The Seculars’ journey is unsound

Eventually discovered as simply temporary.

Too arrogant to acknowledge its source,

Indignant to those who challenge.

Secularism is intent on utilizing force

On those who courageously infringe.

Secular’s source, believe or not, is the Messiah,

Though that history has been banned.

Secular considers Christ its pariah

Impeding their movement as planned.

In the dark shadow looming

The secular does not apprehend

Or even suspect its downward grooming

By the spirit of the Prophet to upend.

It is only a matter of time

Not if,

That the killer spirit sublime

Appears as a western Berber tiff.

Now when it comes to pass

That the secular has killed its mother,

And its people are suppressed en masse,

No need for the Prophet to bother.

So then, the passing of the torch

From the secular to the Arab book

Was never intended to scorch

Or taint how western society was to look.

Secularism is an unprincipled thought

Necessarily chronicled as unending change.

No objective permanence can be imagined or taught.

It made Christianity unwanted and strange.

So, in preparation thereof,

Mr. & Mrs. Secular West,

At separation from your un-Godly glove,

Offer your neck at your captor’s behest.

August 17, 2017

Foedus Meridianam Damnatio Memoriae

Foedus Meridianam Damnatio Memoriae

Forget them,

They say.

They’re phlegm.

Let’s slay!

The zeitgeist of the day,

Is the disturbed intestine

Put into play

Instead of mental spine.

How can one forget

Something one says never occurred?

There could never have been a threat

To cause today’s emotions so stirred.

The sins of the South

Portrayed, only a ploy,

Having a run-off of the mouth

As justification to destroy.

The question of the hour

Is to query what lies on the left.

The truth is in their quest of power

Ending our freedom via theft.

Their cry is not about justice,

Neither freedom nor equality.

They say, “Just trust us”

To establish a new polity.

Republic and Democracy

To be destroyed anon,

Replaced by no theocracy

But socialistic concentration.

O, Say Can You See

By the Dawn’s Early Light,

That such a vacuous plea

Brings only darkness and blight?

August 16, 2017

Monumental Perfection

Monumental Perfection

America is perfect!

No need for transformation.

Nothing to detect,

No need for past connection.

How did America become so pure?

How do citizens know it is true

That their perceived grandeur

Just is, and without hew?

A denial of specific history

Or of any history, is their first order,

Propagated by a political consistory

Of self-righteousness hoarders.

 Destruction is the name

Of the game some politicos play

To engender shame

On a certain heritage of today.

Their logic is skewed

When making that accusation.

Their argument appears shrewd

But is actually a history castration.

Without history,

Is there a basis for reform?

Without knowing life’s groaning story

Can a nation calm its storm?

There is no road to perfection

Without a life and its past.

History is the avenue for reflection,

Perfecting transformation en masse.

August 16, 2017

Monumental History

Monumental History

Does history matter?

If not, erase it.

Does history flatter?

If not, make fit.

Both choices are false,

For history takes its course

In an inexorable waltz,

A dance then in force.

Many hate the past.

It, on occasion, requires attention.

Others asked

Why provoke with hostile dissention?

Is there anything civil

About destroying a monument?

Hatred discourse is drivel

Lacking nuance, eloquence.

If physical destruction becomes the new norm

For banning history,

Stampeding fools will swarm

Ignorantly. An intellectual sophistry.

Such a new norm would thus require

That any form of history be purged

Even by fire,

And our past will be submerged.

Right, indifferent, or wrong,

Guidance is grounded in history,

Otherwise, haters of the past will prolong

Understanding life’s mystery.

August 14, 2017